Romans & histoires We Were Never Here

Also, there would be no "later" This place was no longer my home.

his mother asked worriedly. “My head still hurts a little, Mom,” he replied while touching his head. “Oh, my son, I’m so sorry this happened to you. You were seriously hurt in the accident,” his mother said. “How about our wedding, my love?” Gabriel asked Jennifer. “The wedding didn’t push through. Don’t you remember anything else, babe?” Jennifer asked carefully. “I don’t remember anything else. The last thing I remember is that we were in the Philippines. We were planning to get married, right?” he asked again.

Something kept. One thing led to another as gently as the night itself. There was no rush, no fear. Only trust. Only the quiet understanding that we were exactly where we were meant to be. I will not speak of the details, because they were never meant for the world. They belong to memory and to the space between two hearts learning one another. I gave myself to him beneath that willow tree, and it felt nothing like loss. It felt like becoming.

"I haven't been eating properly. It'll correct itself." "In that man's house." "Mum." "I'm not starting anything." Neva came to stand beside her at the glass. For a moment neither of them spoke. The city moved below them, indifferent and constant. "I just need to say one thing and then I won't say it again." Corinna closed her eyes briefly. "Say it."

We'd found our way home to each other while this time nothing would tear us apart again. Forever started now. THE END

We’re not in love. And we never will be.

' My vision dimmed, the world slipping further and further away. I knew I had reached my limit. With the last of my strength, I pulled the diamond ring Christopher had forced onto my finger free. Then, I tossed it into a nearby bin and watched it disappear. It was the last thing I needed in my life. The next moment, everything went dark. … Over at the Turner residence, the clock read twelve o'clock in the afternoon. Christopher sat rigidly on the sofa, his phone clenched so tightly his knuckles had gone white. "Why haven't I heard anything yet?"

“Honey, I’ve been talking to your parents about something these past few days. In a couple of days, it’ll be Issa’s memorial. We were thinking of visiting her grave. I know she did horrible things to you, but… well, she’s gone now. Your parents raised her for years, and I grew up with her. We just didn’t want you to feel upset, so we figured it would be best if the three of us went without you–” “Go ahead. I won’t go,” I cut him off.

"I'd know my wife anywhere, Sophia. You're finally back." "Let me go!" I tried to pull away, but Charles held on tight. "I won't let you leave this time. Do you know? I come here every day, hoping to feel your spirit and to be close to you. I never thought you were still alive." "You're crazy!" Tears filled Charles' wild eyes. "Crazy? Yes, I've been going crazy without you. Every second you were gone was torture. You can't imagine what I've been through."

Not ever. ‎